In the past, He regretted making us... History has a habit
of repeating itself…
Parasites… worthless eaters; what do you contribute? What
does it matter? I wish I had a Dime for every single one a ya.
Get the fuck out of my way; get the fuck outta my sight. I
don’t need you; in fact I hate you…
But wait …won’t you take me with you? I need to feel something. I need to feel
anything meaningful. I’m entrenched in this never ending futility and I'm trying to find my way out. Maybe we can make our hate worthwhile.
we can break all the rules. And our passion, like it is for the animals, will rule
the day. I can take for myself by getting my fill of you, you can do the same,
and we can all be selfish together.
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